J&J's wild night in NYC or: We were so Gossip Girl last night. . .

Last night was truly amazing. Some, like me, might call it redoubtable, which means awe-inspiring (a holdover from my recently passed GRE days). It was just one of those nights that starts off right and rockets you away. Everything continues to get crazier and kookier and you'll in the drivers seat. One of those nights you can only have in New York City. A few weeks ago I heard from my HTM friend Mark that "my lady lover" (yes, he actually used that term) was performing. By lady lover he meant the redoubtable Lady Gaga, who totally makes me wet. Tickets were $10 and it was a no-brainer, I was going. Right around that time, I got reacquainted with Jackie, Nick's friend from law school. We hung out during David Enrich's pumpkin carving contest and ended up convincing a large group of straight people to come the Katty Shack with us, and we had a fantastic time. This event seemed right up Jax's alley so I invited her and lo and behold, she loves Lady G just as much as me. This type of thing isn't exactly Rick's cup of tea, so I was not surprised when he decided to stay in and watch his science movie. It would be pretty lame if he wasn't so hot doing it.

So Jax came over my place around 8 and we have a few drinks and watch some hot music videos before we headed off into the night. We hit up the F train and the train was just leaving the station right as we got there - fuck. Little did we know that this seemly unfortunate event would lead us to the greatest discovery of the night: a pair of plastic, lens-less, pseudo blinged out black glasses frame. Jax found them under the subway bench, picked them up and kinda went "eww". They looked kinda funky to me though, and I insisted she try them on. The results were pretty magical:

I know. We pretty much look as awesome as people can look. And then, right after we took these two pictures, another train rolled into the station. We have liftoff.

We became completely obsessed with these glasses for the rest of the night and insisted everyone we met try them on and take a picture with us. With our entrance where a menagerie of people we trying to get in. I pulled out my will call ticket and we went right on up. Just like celebrities. The place was chock-a-block with queer hotties and with our new glasses we were in high demand. I looked down the bar and made eye contact with this super cute guy and we both smiled at each other. I g confidence boosted by our magical new glasses, we strutted up to the clubot a sudden wave of self-conciousness and worried my glasses looked stupid so I put them up over my head. When I looked back he called down the bar "put the glasses back on! You look so cute in them!" Then I took a picture with a sexy nun who had her own pair of sweet glasses:So we were checking out the place (it was at the Highline Ballroom) and decided the upper balcony was the place where VIP like us should be. We asked about it and discovered thats where Lady G was doing album signings, but we could only go up there if we bought an album. Unbeknownst to me, Jackie had bought one so she had a wrist band, but I didn't. "Come with me" she said, and led us back to the main ticket booth. She asked the guy giving wrist bands a question and then let someone come up and distract him, at which point she casually reached down by the table and grabbed a wayward wristband and put it on me. Instant love. Really. NO ONE has ever done that for me! It just seemed so naughty and ballsy. I LOVED IT! We are now entering the stratosphere.

So we go upstairs and Jackie gets her album signed by Lady GaGa who had intense security around her - unfortunately we were unable to get a picture of her wearing the glasses. But we did get a nice shot of Lady G getting ready to sign Jax's CD - look how happy she looks!
By that time Marky and Matt had arrived! Yay! So we went down and, naturally, took some more photos of everyone wearing the glasses.
Loves it! Unforch, Mark wasn't feeling 100% so they were more in a lets chill and watch from the back type of mood, and Jax and I were ready to dance. Amanda Lepore was performing at that point and we pushed our way up and all of a sudden she was naked. I've never see that before. Lets just say her hair looked fierce. No, I kid. Her body was actually pretty rockin.

After the perfect amount of performances, booty shaking music and time enough to show off our glasses to everyone, it was time for the Gaga to perform! I was buzzin enough to enjoy just about anything, but she looked fabulous and put on a great, 15 minute set which was perfect. Check out her outfit and this amazing photo of her (at one point I was convinced the second here win me the pulitzer in photojournalism. I still love it, its just not quite as great as I originally thought).
We lost our shit when Just Dance came on, as did everyone else. That was 3 minutes of pure dancing bliss. This is Jackie, losing said shit:
And this is me, about to lose my shit. Notice stolen wristband and fly wedding ring.
After Lady Vajayjay went off, they busted out some of Britney's "Womanizer" and a couple other hot tunes so we danced it up, and went a little wild. This big black guy kept coming up to me and wanting to dance with me and introduced me to this little Russian lady as "my drug dealer" three times. Hey also kept trying to dance with Jackie. We look like BFFs in this pic but he was totally weirding me out.
One of the things I love about Jax is that she loves to dance probably more than I do. And, more than just dancing, she loves to dance on stages. So far, both nights I've been out with her she's dragged me up on stage and we're both working it out for everyone to admire. I don't know if this pic was taken while we were on stage but you can get a sense of how much fun we having dancing together.
Then, total pandemonium broke out as my head morphed into a giant Lady Gaga poster. Hot tranny messes across the whole place ooohed and ahhhed.
Soon, the crowd started to die down and we decided to take out leave. We were on way too much of a high to head home for the night, so I suggested the Cubbyhole! Yay! Jackie had never been there and I was just happy to be going to an "afterparty" so we took off. . .but not before pretty boy from the beginning of the evening stopped us, the same hot guy who told me I looked so cute in my glasses. He told us he was with Richie Rich and didn't want to hang out with him any more and blah blah blah where were we going and could he come along. It was so weird and kinda out of the blue, so Jackie and I just looked at each other and were like sure! Why not? But not before you take a picture wearing these glassesssssss!!!So we pile in a cab even though I later realized the Cubbyhole was about 7 minutes walking from where we were, although its like the Twilight zone in that area of the West Village and I can never find ANYTHING. Anyway, this guy John starts talking about how his boyfriend manages Madonna, and Cher and how he knows Andy Roddick and has the keys to his apartment and all this shit. He seemed totally enamoured by us and was inviting us to all these parties left and right. It was major name-droppage, which turns me off and gets me wet in equal measure, and for the most part I believed this guy. Whatever, I was pretty trashed by this point so everything he said I was impressed by and basically oohhed and ahhhhed and tell me more'd at. Major drinking commenced at the Cubbyhole, more dancing, split beer, cigarettes, etc. We were on such a high from the night and everything just seemed hilarious and so amusing. And of course, lots more ridiculous pictures.
Then, probably the weirdest thing of the night happened. Devon came in to the bar at about 3 in the morning, screamed by name, declared herself shitfaced, and freaked out that I was wearing her Olive Oyl shirt I "borrowed" from her in college. Susi was there, looked wildeyed and a bit wigged out, and no wonder: they had just come from partying with Lindsay Lohan and Samantha Ronson. Just went I thought our evening was about to take its wildest turn yet, and get invited to party with La Lohan, Devon was gone. In her defense, she was totally drunk and I think just stopped into the bar for a pee and then going home. And just after that oh newfound suggar daddy decided he had enough and peaceout without so much as leaving his number. Oh well, no four ways with Andy Roddick in the future. It was probably near 3:30 by this point and clearly about time to go home. So we gathered our things, hailed that cab and dragged out drunken, tired, happy queer asses back to Brooklyn. It was definitely one of my top 5 nights in NYC and I am SO happy it happened.

Peace bitches. Halloween's a-comin. . .